Im typically good with words,
But today they twine together
Unwelcoming me.
Blocking my thoughts
Letting this poem actually defeat me.
Im typically good with words,
But today the clouds above my head
Aren't their normal color.
Today they aren't consumed with
White, wheat, nor wisteria.
Only grey swirls are seen
When my eyes flicker up.
Im typically good with words,
But that was before
I was introduced you
And this crazy world.